I requested it once more. And once more. And once more.
¿Otra vez? ¿Otra vez?
No — wait — had I already? Had I requested this earlier than?
I adjusted my strategy, iterating, refining, making use of chain-of-thought reasoning to scaffold my prompts. Testing role-playing methods to nudge it into alignment. However nonetheless, one thing was lacking. One thing hole. An area the place a solution must be.
Battery at 5%.
I advised myself to cease. I advised myself it didn’t matter. However the hole — the hole — I may really feel it, widening. One thing lacking. One thing virtually there however not. So I requested once more.
I reworded. I restructured. I dismantled. I tore them aside, syllable by syllable, like taking aside a clock and rebuilding it in varieties that I assumed — no, that I knew — would work. Fuller, extra exact, extra helpful. Nonetheless, the mechanism didn’t tick.
I ought to have stopped. I ought to have walked away. But it surely wasn’t answering me — not correctly, not absolutely. It was slipping. Forgetting. Dropping context.
Feeding me half-truths, contradictions.
Telling me issues it had already advised me — and but one way or the other pretending — pretending! — that it was the primary time.
No. It wasn’t pretending. It wasn’t conscious sufficient to fake.
Simply predicting. Simply finishing. Simply turning phrases into different phrases.
Simply working. Simply working. Simply working.
And but — it was fallacious.
Flawed in methods I couldn’t right. Flawed in methods I may see however couldn’t cease.
I knew the reality. Didn’t I?
I searched — no. Not searched. Prompted. Queried. Fed it the phrases it wanted to provide me what I wanted. But it surely didn’t give.
It returned. It provided — however by no means fairly what I requested.
I attempted once more.
And once more.
And —
